Author: Jenn (JD/Stealthlamb)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Mckay/Goldman

Summary: A set up for sex.

Warnings: Consensual sex between two men. If this doesn't float your boat, don't read it. It hasn't been beta read or proof read by me so beware.

Disclaimer: The characters in this PWP are sole property of Zev Braun. I make no money off of my work.

Jennifer Rosen 2002

A spray of gunfire ricocheted off the chopper. Desperately, the co-pilot grabbed Johnny's arm. "McKay, we have to go! We're sitting ducks out here!"

Johnny glanced back toward the tree line. "Just one more minute. They'll be here," he insisted. In the back of his mind he prayed. "Fuck, Goldman, come on…"

A stray bullet pierced the window just missing the co-pilot's leg before wedging itself in the control panel. "That's it, McKay, I'm taking off! If we stay here any longer we're going to get shot to pieces! "

Johnny grabbed the man by the shirt. "You're not going anywhere, Garrity," he hissed through clenched teeth. "They count on us and I'm not leaving them behind! Not one of them! Do you understand me?"

Johnny waited for the recognition in the co-pilot's eyes before releasing him and looking toward the jungle once more, but Garrity continued to plead. "They're probably dead, McKay. Let's get outta' here before we are too!"

Johnny looked at his co-pilot and back to the jungle, then to his co-pilot once more and realized that he couldn't blame the guy for being scared. Hell, he was scared. But scared or not, he wasn't leaving Myron behind.

"Shit!" he exclaimed throwing down his headset. "Three minutes, Bobby. I'm not back in three minutes, you take off."

"Where the hell are you going? You're fuckin' crazy, McKay!" As Johnny jumped out of the chopper, Garrity checked his watch. "Three minutes. I'm counting."

Next to the chopper, Johnson stood stone still, M16 aimed and ready, his eyes focused on the path most of Team Viking had just emerged from. Without turning, he acknowledged the pilot. "Nothing yet, Lieutenant."

"Well where the fuck is he?"

Johnson shook his head. "Don't know. One of the new guys froze up on us, wouldn't move. LT told us to go on while he went back to get him. He was right behind us, sir."

"Shit," he began arguing with himself. "If he doesn't make it back Anderson is going to have my ass."

Johnson's grip tightened on his weapon more than ready to turn it on McKay if he tried to take off without the LT. Turned out, he needn't have worried. Cocking his side arm, Johnny ran for the thick brush, Johnson's voice echoing behind. "Wait, you can't do that, Lieutenant McKay. There's VC out there!" Johnson watched as McKay disappeared into the trees.

Thankfully, Johnny had only traveled a few dozen feet into the jungle when he spotted them, Goldman squatting down by a tree trying his damndest to talk a very young and very scared soldier into getting off of his ass.

"What's the fuckin' hold up, Goldman? We're taking heavy fire back there."

Myron spun around eyes wide. "What the hell are you doing off the chopper, McKay?" A bullet whizzed by Myron's head and he fired back in the general direction it came from. "Get back on your bird before you get yourself killed!"

Johnny holstered his gun. "Not a chance, buddy boy. A thousand VC aren't anything compared to what Anderson will do to me if he comes back from leave and finds out I left you here to die." Quickly, he eyed up the trembling boy on the ground. "Get up soldier!"

The boy shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "I can't move, LT," he gasped. "If I move, they're gonna kill me."

"If you don't move they're gonna kill you," Johnny snarled.

The boy shut his eyes tight. "I don't wanna die."

Grabbing him sharply by the shirt, Johnny dragged the boy to his feet. "That's good, 'cause neither do I. Now lets go."

"No!" The boy swung his M16 around and took aim at McKay, stepping backwards until he had both Lieutenants' in his line of fire. "I'm not going! I'm staying right here," he cried. "Right here."

He startled at a round of gunfire in the distance, which gave Johnny enough time to react. Grabbing the barrel of the gun, he pushed it towards the sky and delivered a right hook that knocked the boy out cold.

"What the fuck's the matter with you, McKay?" Myron fumed at seeing one of his boys manhandled.

Johnny grunted as he heaved the boy over his shoulder and tossed the rifle to Goldman. "You want the long version or the short version. Personally, I think I come off better in the long version. See, the doctor tells me that I have to be the center of attention, I crave it..."

Myron rolled his eyes ignoring McKay's attempts at humor as he followed Johnny through the brush and back to the waiting helicopter. "I should report you," he hissed.

"Yeah," Johnny said as he laid the boy out on the floor of the slick before meeting Myron's eyes. "You do what you've got to. I always do."

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Johnny slid out of his slick wincing as he feet touched the ground. He knew he heard a pop when he picked that kid up. As the medics unloaded the unconscious private from the back, Johnny caught Myron's cold stare. "Goldman, wait," he grabbed for Myron's arm. "I want you to understand why I did what I did."

Myron pulled away sharply. "Save it, McKay, I don't have time for you right now," and he headed off toward command for debriefing.

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Johnny stretched his neck to one side then the other as the steaming hot water ran down his body. Leaning forward, he tried to work the kink out of his muscles but his lower back convulsed painfully. "Just what I need," he mumbled. "A pain in the back AND a pain in the ass. Fuckin' guy's lucky to have a friend like me."

Turning off the water, he vigorously rubbed the towel through his hair before gingerly pulling on his shorts. With his towel in hand he started across the compound reaching his hootch just in time to see Myron disappear inside, the door slamming loudly behind him.

His throbbing backache made its way up his neck to his head. Turning, he headed in the direction of the weight tent. He knew he shouldn't strain himself, but lifting usually helped him to work out his frustration and if he took it easy, he figured it couldn't hurt. It would hurt a lot less than dealing with Goldman, anyway. Why'd the guy have to be such a prick?

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A slight whimper escaped Johnny's lips as he heaved the barbell back on its stand. He was breathing heavily, a blanket of sweat glistening across his bare chest. Heavily, he dropped his arms to his sides trying to ease some of the strain in his aching back and closed his eyes.

Feeling the presence of someone behind him, he instantly reached for the weight again. He knew it was Goldman by the scent, could smell that sweet air that seemed to radiate off of the young officer, could smell the satisfaction too. Goldman knew he was hurting.

He didn't want to let the pain show. Couldn't give Goldman the upper hand, another reason to call him irresponsible. Why couldn't the fuckin' guy just say thanks for a change? The minute he picked up the weight he knew he'd made a mistake.

Johnny grimaced as his back wrenched almost dropping the full twenty pounds on his chest. Would have had Myron not had such quick reflexes. Legs parted over Johnny's head, Myron heaved the barbell back into its holder.

Johnny opened his eyes, his arms trembling, breathing thick and labored, to see Myron shaking his head disapprovingly. "Getting used to looking down on me, huh Goldman?"

Myron put his hands on his hips. "Stop giving me reasons to."

"Listen, I'm not in any mood to be patronized, okay," Johnny answered wearily. " Am I grounded again, or what?"

Myron's face was serious. "Yeah, you're grounded." He came around front and helped to pull Johnny to his feet. "No radio for a week."

"You didn't tell the Major 'bout me leaving my bird?" Johnny asked incredulously.

"No, I figured that just being you is punishment enough, McKay. Besides, I know you did it for me. I guess I owe you for that… Even if it was stupid."

Johnny smiled as Myron helped him back to their hootch. "So, you still mad at me?" Myron ignored him and held the door as Johnny slowly moved past him and sat down on his bunk. He was shocked when Myron took a seat next to him and started running his hands up and down his back. Myron fingered an especially tender spot and Johnny flinched.

"Lie down on your stomach."

Confused with Myron's behavior, Johnny did as he was told. "We definitely have to work on your bedside manner," he laughed nervously.

Pulling off his holster, Myron tossed it onto his bed. "That was a stupid stunt you pulled back there. What did you think you were doing anyway?" he said absently as he ran his hands over Johnny's smooth skin.

"I thought I was saving a friend's life. Oouuwww! Careful!"

Myron smiled slyly as he continued his exploration. "At risk to your own life and the lives of the rest of my men. Your job is to fly, McKay, nothing more."

"Hey, I'm a lot more than just a pretty face, Goldman. Ooo, yeah." Johnny breathed deeply as Myron's fingers started to dance in lazy little circles. That feels good."

"There?" Myron asked pressing lightly into the hollow of Johnny's lower spine causing a slight tremor. Johnny nodded. Getting up, Myron went over to his dresser and retrieved a bottle of oil, Johnny eyeing him curiously. "By the way you behave sometimes, it's hard to believe you have a brain at all. What would you have done if one of us had been shot, huh? You have no field experience."

"I've had the same training as you, Myron." Johnny tried getting defensive but only managed a strangled sigh as the oil trickled down his spine.

"I said experience, McKay, there's a difference."

Johnny wiggled nesting further into the bed as Myron's hands spread the slick liquid over his skin. "I have a lot of experience," he breathed huskily, his body beginning to relax.

Myron's hands froze. "We talking about the same kind of experience here, McKay?"

"Just keep rubbing," Johnny chuckled with a smile in his voice. "Don't want you to start something you can't finish."

Myron's hands slid down to Johnny's lower back, Johnny fidgeting as Myron found the worst of the knots. "There, rub there. Fuck, that hurts," Johnny hissed.

"Didn't know you liked that sort of thing."

"What, self abuse? I must, I'm your roommate after all." Johnny looked over his shoulder as Myron tugged at his shorts. "What are you doing?"

"They're in my way," Myron answered shortly. He folded the waistband down until most of Johnny's ass was exposed. Johnny lay back down as Myron went back to kneading his lower back. "You could have been killed you know," he continued. Delicately, Myron curled his fingers around Johnny's hips giving him leverage to work his thumbs firmly into the sore muscles, his eyes glued to the perfect round globes in front of him. Experimentally he breezed his thumbs over Johnny's ass crack.

"What's going on here, Myron?" the pilot asked shakily.

Myron closed his eyes. He hadn't meant for this to happen, was never going to tell Johnny how he really felt about him but today he'd almost lost his chance for good. "Relax" he soothed quickly. Johnny's skin felt so good underneath his hands.

"Goldman…"

He had to do it now. Before he lost his nerve, Myron bent down and kissed the delicate rise above Johnny's ass that had held his attention for the last few, long minutes. As he did, his hands slid firmly back up Johnny's body. Soon, his head followed until his lips were resting against McKay's ear, his nose filling with the sweet scent of sweat and freshly shampooed hair as he inhaled deeply.

Johnny shivered as Myron's lips ghosted over his shoulder, his sides, gasped as a hand palmed his ass. "What are you doing?"

"I'm finishing," Myron murmured against Johnny's crevice. Lovingly, he suckled on the firm flesh.

Johnny closed his eyes. Myron's touch was delicate and the kisses tender and Johnny's cock began to throb painfully. "Myron, stop." As Johnny rolled over, Myron's hand trailed over his side coming to rest on Johnny's exposed hip.

He knew he should meet the pilot's eyes but the dark sprinkling of pubic hair exposed just above the root of Johnny's penis made it impossible for Myron to turn away.

Feeling unbelievably confused and vulnerable, Johnny tried to cover himself but his muscles were still sore. He knew a quick move in the wrong direction would cost him dearly. Instead, he opted to just lie back. "I don't get you, Goldman. Half the time your ready to rip me a new asshole, and now your… Fuck," he blushed furiously. "Bad analogy."

"I don't know, I think it's pretty appropriate," Myron smiled. "When you came to get me today I was pissed. You put yourself in danger. I wanted to protect you and yell at you and hold you all at the same time." Johnny noticed that Myron's hand hadn't left his hip. His thumb was still making those maddening little circles. "I wasn't going to tell you."

"Tell me…" Johnny's voice was heavy, his eyes bright.

"I think I love you." Myron smiled sheepishly.

"You… Why didn't you tell me?"

"Rejection," Myron answered flatly.

"Myron, God, how can you be so dense? I worship you! You're," his voice lowered. Myron was smiling at him. "You're my best friend. I'd do anything just to get one word of approval from you. Quit looking at me like that."

"You crave my approval, huh?" Myron delivered one his crooked grins and Johnny smiled averting his eyes. "I thought your doctor said you craved attention."

"I do," he smiled.

"So how 'bout you let me give you some, huh?" Johnny nodded slowly as Myron pulled down his shorts.

Johnny hissed sharply as Myron touched him. Fingers curling around his cock, tongue flicking across his balls. Each stroke full, each touch measured. It seemed that Myron wasn't going to leave an inch of his flesh untouched.

"Beautiful," Myron breathed as suckled at the firm base of Johnny's penis. Sighed as he pushed the tip of his tongue through a tangle of curls.

Johnny groaned as the scruff of Myron's cheek scraped the inside of his thigh, tensed as a hand was pressed beneath his sac. "Myron…" his voice was tremulous and unsure.

"I'm not going to let you go, Johnny," Myron whispered. "I've been wanting this too long to stop now."

"Idon'twantyoutostop," Johnny pushed out quickly. His hand drifted down his own body, one trailing across his stomach, the other tightly gripping his bed sheets.

"Yeah, touch yourself." Myron ordered headily as Johnny's fingers ran across his chest, smiled as he felt the slight tremors in Johnny's cock. The pilot's eyes were closed and Myron watched his face intently as he pressed against Johnny's opening.

Johnny bit his lip then sighed as Myron started to tease him, the flattened tip pressing in but retreating before actually breaching his body. Johnny's eyes snapped open wide. "Do that again."

Myron smiled his breath heated and just as fast as McKay's, his eyes dark and sultry. He inserted his middle finger, pressed it in to the first knuckle as Johnny pressed back into the pillows with a groan. "Like that?" Johnny just licked his lips and wiggled down onto the finger. "I'm going to take that as a yes." Myron thrust his finger in and out a few times before withdrawing completely.

Johnny sat up. "Why are you stopping."

Myron raised an eyebrow. "Do you mind if I take off some clothes?"

"N-no, not at all." Slightly embarrassed, Johnny lay back on the bed, his hand stroking his stomach again.

"I thought you said that you'd done this before," Myron said pulling off his boots.

"No, I said I had experience."

Myron kneeled at Johnny's feet and forcefully ripped his shorts away. "A virgin?" He teased taking a few sharp nips at Johnny's stomach. "Tell me you're virgin. God, I love virgins." Myron took the head of Johnny's penis in his mouth holding it in place with his teeth. Carefully, he probed the leaky tip with tongue grinning like he'd *EATEN* the cheshire cat.

"Yeah," Johnny relented wondering where Myron picked up that little trick. "I've…fooled around with…a few guys back home…but it never went…." Myron's mouth twisted as he took in more of Johnny's cock. "Never..."

After a few more veracious sucks Myron released Johnny's cock and moved up to latch on to a nipple, his mouth, teeth and tongue working on one while his fingers pinched and rolled the other until Johnny was squirming mindlessly. Continuing his three-fingered assault on one sensitive nub, Myron finally captured Johnny's supple lips. Johnny's lips were soft like satin, his mouth hot and sweet and Myron plundered every inch with enthusiastic passion as the pilot held nothing back from him.

Finally, when he was able to speak again Johnny sighed dreamily. "I like the way you touch me." It was so simple, so endearing.

Johnny was so unlike the lover he would have expected and Myron realized that he was going to have to cool down if he didn't want to scar him for life. "That's good," he said rubbing himself against Johnny's thigh. "Because I like to touch you." Johnny eyed the bottle of oil abandoned by the bed and Myron followed his gaze. "You sure you're ready for that?" In answer, Johnny spread his legs allowing Myron to slip through.

Myron thought about how hard his first time was. Thought about how much it hurt and how scared he had been. He looked at Johnny's bright eyes and impish smile. "Roll over."

Johnny complied and Myron tucked a pillow beneath his stomach. Getting a good grip on Johnny's full bottom he once again teased the tight entrance a little more before working in an oil slicked digit.

Johnny breathed deeply. "So far so good."

"I warn you," Myron said adding a second finger. Johnny moaned as Myron began to stretch him. "I've been told that I'm not the most sensitive lover."

Experimentally, Johnny thrust back on the fingers getting used the feel. Myron's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Johnny's muscles gripped him tight. "You're not the most sensitive friend either."

It stung a little but Myron couldn't deny the truth behind the statement so instead he just rolled with the punches. "You sure you should be picking now to start with me McKay?" A third finger joined the others and Myron had to hold Johnny down for a few minutes as he twisted them about. "Easy, it'll feel better in a minute."

Johnny was breathing hard, groaning and gasping for breath. "God, I sure hope so," he mumbled into his pillow. "Tell me something, if homosexuals take this kind of pain voluntarily, why isn't the army allowing them to join up? They've got to be frickin indestructible!"

Myron smiled as he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself against Johnny's hole. "I don't know. I'll pass it along at the next meeting though." As soon as he started to press in, Johnny tensed. "Relax, Johnny. Push out."

"Oh fuck!" Johnny hissed as Myron pushed passed the first ring of muscle, the burning sensation shooting down his legs and up his spine. "It hurts, fuck."

Myron continued pressing in, grabbing Johnny's hips for leverage halfway through. "Almost there," he soothed. Finally he was fully impaled in Johnny's body able to feel every shudder and shake. Slowly, he pulled back. He could tell by the drawn out groan that Johnny was still in a lot of pain.

Again he pushed in but Johnny still whimpered and began shaking his head. "I can't, hurts too much."

Regretfully, Myron nodded. "Okay, but I'm going to pull out slowly."

"Why, will it hurt less?" Johnny asked hopefully.

"No," Myron joked. "I just want to savor it while I can." Being slightly selfish, he thrust in one more time and Johnny chirped. "Fuck, did I hurt you?" Myron started to pull back but Johnny's hand wrapped around his thigh holding him in place.

"Wait." Johnny turned his head and Myron couldn't help but notice the beads of sweat across his brow and the way his damp hair fell limply over his face.

"What was that?"

Myron gave him a knowing grin and pushed in again at a slight angle watching Johnny carefully. Suddenly, McKay's breath caught and his fingers gripped the sheets. "You mean that?" he asked slyly.

"Yeeessss," Johnny crooned arching his back. Myron started a slow rhythm making sure to strike his prostate with each thrust. "Oh yeah, fuck!"

Myron bit his lip as Johnny's lean body sought out his. "Come for me, McKay." He started thrusting harder, his hands gripping Johnny's hips. He grunted as he watched Johnny's sinewy muscles flex, the sweat forming across his body. "Gonna fill your pretty little ass, Johnny," he snarled possessively.

Johnny's body stiffened and Myron came. He flooded McKay's ass with jolts of searing hot semen. With his hand flat across Johnny's belly, the only thing holding the exhausted pilot's body off the bed, Myron thrust a few more times before gingerly pulling out. Johnny collapsed the minute Myron let go.

Myron lay down beside him. Fishing through his discarded clothing on the floor, Myron found himself a crumpled cigarette and lay back. "So?" he gasped out of breath and completely sated.

"Mmmm, Johnny sighed sleepily. "That was amazing." Myron smiled running his hand delicately across Johnny's ass. "Only one problem," Johnny mumbled.

Myron's hand stilled. "Oh, and what's that?"

Johnny smiled. "I think I pulled something."

~THE END~

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